"I'm Ivy. Does your name mean something?" Ivy had never heard of a 'Kiwi'. Leaving the rows of twoleg trees and entering the more natural forest, Ivy felt a bit better. Pushing pas some bushes, Ivy waved her tail to an unsuspecting hole.
"Here it is. I live in this old den until I get bored." She had a small fresh kill pile meant for if she had a bad hunting day, and what do you know, she couldn't catch a thing.
"Here you go, you look half starved," Ivy offered a mouse to Kiwi. @
Minty the Merry